A part of me wanted to edge backward until my back was pressed up against the cold, hard wall, wanting to gain some distance between him and Lucille but a bigger part of me refused to back down. Not to him.
"What do you want, Negan?" I spoke between gritted teeth, refusing to look at the bat that was pressing further into my shoulder as he stared me down.
His grin spread further, causing another growl to sound from my throat. "I just want to get to know you darlin'. There a fucking problem with that?" He didn't wait for my response as he turned and sat down next to me, an arm moving behind my back as he leaned in close, the bed dipping slightly. Lucille was now resting on his lap, a reminder of what would come if I were to attempt to try anything physical. "How come I didn't see you last time? Hiding from the big, bad wolf?"
I rolled my eyes at him, leaning away a little to try and gain some much-needed space. "I was out on a supply run when you were last here." My fists were clenched into tight fists, nails digging into the palms of my hands. "I would never hide from the likes of you, you dickhead." The smile I gave him was sickly sweet, lasting mere seconds before dropping back into a frown.
He chuckled again, leaning closer until I could feel his hot breath on my earlobe, tickling it. "Fuck! I think I like you. I'm considering taking you back to Sanctuary with me. How does that sound?"
The only response I gave him was a grunt, turning my face away as the heat in my cheeks rose, my body refusing to fight the way Negan and his advances made it feel, goosebumps rising all over my flesh.
I knew that he could see how my body was responding to him, I could see the lust that had been in his eyes and I knew that he could see it in mine. Was I really that depraved that I would stoop so low? No matter how my body reacted, I would refuse him. I knew it was wrong to want such a man, especially after all the things he'd done, the people he'd killed, friends that were now dead because of him and his men.
"Honestly, I'd rather die than go with you to Sanctuary." His left hand moved, fingers gently stroking circles on my exposed thigh causing yet another shiver to run down my spine. He chuckled in response.
All of a sudden the heat that radiated from his body was gone, my thigh missing the feel of his hand as he now stood, Lucille rested against his shoulder. "Well, it would be such a fucking waste to kill you so, how about I introduce one of your friends to Lucille?" That grin he held on his face didn't falter once. "Or perhaps you'd like to rethink your decision and come to Sanctuary, darlin'? You look like you're fading away here. That won't happen there if you follow the rules."
Negan watched her closely, seeing the way her facial expressions changed, giving him an idea of what was running through her head. It certainly made it easier for him, and when her brown eyes lifted to meet with his own, he knew her answer. His lips spread out into a smile that reached his eyes, delighted with her choice.
He shifted, moving to lean towards the window, pulling back the curtain to peek outside and see how his men were getting on. The Saviours, most of them, were stood by the vehicles, loading up what seemed to be the last of the supplies. At least for now.
"You have ten minutes to get your stuff together, doll. I'll wait for you outside." Nothing else was said between the pair as he exited the room, peering over his shoulder, winking at her before walking away, leaving Sadie alone with her thoughts.
The Autumn breeze hit him as he exited the property, walking down towards the steps, stopping midway before taking a seat, whistling that same tune he had done earlier.
As soon as Negan had walked out of my bedroom, I rushed forward, slamming the door shut. All I could hear was my heartbeat, my mind racing. I knew I needed to get my stuff together but I was stuck in place, my body pressed against the door, holding it in place.
Whilst I found him attractive, in more ways than one, he was no good for me. He was no good for anyone, other than the Saviours. Although, I had heard plenty of tales about those that hadn't followed his rules...The punishments they'd been given sounded horrifying.
I let out a sigh, slumping slightly before beginning to drag myself around the room. Negan wasn't the kind of man you kept waiting and I really didn't want to test his patience.
Grabbing a duffel bag from the corner of the room, I threw it onto the bed, gathering all my personal possessions first and placing them inside carefully before then emptying a set drawers of the limited number of clothes I held in my possession, stuffing them inside except for a set to change into, the pajama top that hung loosely over my form pulled off and stuffed into the duffel bag before zipping it up.
It didn't take long for me to pack up my life, it didn't for most people now which was a sad truth but it was the world we lived in. It was best to keep things to a minimum, you never know when you may have to be out on the road again. You didn't need an excess of things weighing you down.
I had no clue how long I'd taken so far and so I was quick to change my underwear, slipping on a pair of denim skinny jeans along with a Black Sabbath shirt that was slightly baggy, tucking it into my jeans.
Throwing the duffel bag over my shoulder, I pulled open the bedroom door, deciding that I could now at least delay the inevitable by walking slowly through the hallway and down the stairs, stopping to pull on my dirtied boots. If Negan were to say anything, at least I could say that I was almost there.
A part of me felt excitement at what could happen between myself and Negan but another part of me, a much bigger one was filled with fear and dread. I could have punched myself with the confusing emotions that swirled through my head.
I wanted to stay here, with my friends that had become family, help them fight to survive, be by their side.
With a heavy sigh and downcast eyes, I pushed open the front door. "I'm ready."
Negan turned, eyes scanning over her frame briefly, enjoying the view. It's not like he hadn't seen a beautiful woman before, of course, he had, many of which were his wives but there was something different about her, something that drew him in.
Moving to his feet, he reached a hand towards her, smirking as he awaited her response, knowing already from their interaction that she wouldn't take it. How right he'd been in that assumption, watching her arse sway lightly as she walked ahead of him towards the vehicles. It didn't take long for him to catch up, an arm swinging around her shoulders, pulling her into his frame.
